Baccador

Tutti i grandi sono stati bambini una volta. (Ma pochi di essi se ne ricordano) Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - Il piccolo principe.

Poem by Edgar Allen Poe (1829) Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and wane- Again- again- again- Every moment of the night- Forever changing places- And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial, One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down- still down- and down, With its centre on the crown Of a mountain's eminence, While its wide circumference In easy drapery falls Over hamlets, over halls,

. I have walked this earth And watched people It doesnt scare me at all I can be sinsere And say I like them It doesnt scare me at all You can't say no to hope Can't say no to happiness .